I Became a Slave to a Mythical Shepherd

Episode 79. The Hated (3)

“It’s ‘just someone I like’…”

After the conversation with Paris, Odysseus returned to his lodgings. My cousin Sinon is also crazy about hunting, so he camped in the forest for several days and hasn’t returned.

Thanks to that, it’s nice to have a large room.

Odysseus sits down on a chair. A cushion made of soft wool supports his back.

‘Is this a relationship based on marriage?’

In terms of common sense, yes.

do you love each other right.

Do you openly live together in a mansion right next to the palace? That’s right too.

But, he said he wasn’t married yet.

Besides, the answer is also ‘just a person I like’, which is ambiguous.

Odysseus worries that his expression might have been strange right after hearing Paris’ answer.

It’s definitely a favor to buy… but I came back with a lot of personal curiosity.

What was the relationship between the fairy and Prince Paris?

‘He’s a strange person…’

There are many things I want to ask, but it seems a little rude to ask for an invitation again…

Soon one of the servants he had given instructions to return, asking for information on Paris’s behavior.

That’s right.

okay. I can meet you there

The next day, Odysseus packs his cloak and tells the escorts to prepare to follow.

Soon, with men armed with swords following on both sides, Odysseus heads toward the Trojan square with majestic steps.

To use certain facilities there.

***

“My gracious host… Thank you for blessing my companions and servants in Antandros. I feel only joy that cannot be hidden from your grace.”

After uttering that, I poured out the iron coins in my pocket and threw them into the fire.

Soon, the temperature of the flame seemed to burn up to a physically impossible level, and then it suddenly turned purple and melted all the iron I threw.

And the lights go out When I looked into the cauldron, where only ashes remained, there were no traces of the iron coin I had thrown.

“After… whenever I see it…”

“Every time I see it, the power of the gods is amazing.”

“Ah, Dares.”

The priest of Hephaestus, a supporter of Dolon, bows his head towards me.

“I recently crossed over about the blessings bestowed upon the blacksmiths of Antandros. Paris is truly loved by the gods.”

“No. I’m just… a person who is contemplating how to serve Hephaestus.”

“Could such humility be another factor that pleases the gods?”

The priest smiled weakly at me and pointed backwards while waving the hem of his cloak.

In the dark, in the distance, a human figure moves vaguely.

“However, it seems that not only gods but also humans move.

Doesn’t it look like a guest is waiting?”

As In-young gets closer, he transforms into a familiar prince.

“Paris, I’ll see you here again.”

“I didn’t know Odysseus was a follower of Hephaestus.”

Maybe he came to see me.

Odysseus also smiles as if he has no intention of hiding him and speaks quietly to the priest Dares.

“Is there any place in this temple where the two of you can talk?”

Of course there is. It is a fact that can be known just by looking at the size of this temple.

Odysseus was able to get a satisfactory answer from the priest, and soon we moved to the ‘place where two people can talk’ ordered by Odysseus and sat face to face.

The noise of metal crashing and rubbing on the other side of the wall is faintly audible like a pulse. It is the sound that makes the temple of Hephaestus come alive as a forge.

Odysseus, who listened attentively for a while, smiled and said:

“The owner of blacksmiths seems to really love Paris. Have you heard a lot of news?”

“He is just someone who values the loyalty and love of his servants. Because I adore him, he only cares for me.”

“Ohhh… indeed.”

Odysseus said while rubbing his forehead lightly.

“As a prince, I also supervise the sacrifices to Poseidon and prepare festivals for Demeter. But . . . I didn’t know if I was doing well.”

“Since your father has already done well, wouldn’t the gods be satisfied if you faithfully followed what he has done?”

“well···.”

Odysseus sighed and laughed.

“You should serve the gods well and lead the city to prosperity. I always worry about that part. I don’t know if I can do it as well as Paris.”

When I came to my senses, I was again looking at Odysseus with pitiful eyes.

But can’t it be helped? The person farthest from the blessings of the gods is Odysseus in front of me.

Poseidon, whose son is permanently blinded, is a b*tch and helps by trapping useless wind in a sack, but Aiolos, who has become a pike because the sailors release it, turns away, and Helios, who suddenly plundered his cow, is angry…

As far as I know, he is the most hated human being by the gods.

Oops.

I’m about to cry

I’m confident that if you don’t ride a wooden horse, you’ll be really good to me.

***

“how was it?”

“huh? what?”

“What is it? You stayed at the mansion of ‘that Paris’ until earlier.”

Sinon sat across from Odysseus with her eyes shining. Now they were away from the cabins that smelled of musty and rotting wood, and were staying in the clean and luxurious guest rooms of the Trojan palace.

When Sinon poured a drink into the horn and handed it over, Odysseus drank it at once and faced Sinon.

“Is it really ferocious enough to subdue a mermaid with just a glance like rumors say? Or did a steel sword shoot out every time you opened your mouth?”

“It’s the first time I’ve heard of the latter.”

“Ah, these are hot rumors that I just collected in Troia.”

Seeing Sinon’s expectant gaze, Odysseus lightly scratched the back of his head and replied.

“Well… First of all, I think the guess that Troy’s steel belongs to Prince Paris is also correct. And, you’re right, it’s a lot smarter than you think. You followed my story too well to have lived as an innocent shepherd until just recently.”

“Oh, that’s fun.”

“And talking about subduing a mermaid with just your eyes is bullsh*t. It seems to fit that the muscles of the arms and legs are solid, and looking at the posture, it seems that the martial arts are also correct, but it is not the type of muscle that is full of muscles up to the head.”

“oh my···.”

Sinon let out a sigh with eyes full of regret, then took out some gold coins from her pocket and threw them at Odysseus.

“I lost.”

“I was right. Thanks to you, I’m going to get rich just by doing this.”

bet success. With this, Odysseus’ 50th consecutive victory was achieved, and Sinon stood up sullenly and said:

“So… I guess Paris wasn’t that interesting. I can’t use any great powers. Rumors can’t be trusted either. Just hearing about it on the streets makes you wonder if it is the second coming of Dardanos.”

Saying that, Sinon giggled, and Odysseus lowered his head and thought for a moment.

And shake your head.

“···no. It is not.”

“then?”

“Even if he’s not the rambunctious hero we thought of, he’s definitely an unusual person.”

Did you communicate well?

no. Perhaps she was nervous, Paris kept stopping or stuttering for unknown reasons.

Were there similar interests or personalities?

Nor was it. The age difference is huge, and the trajectory of life is so different that it was difficult to find a point of contact.

However, nonetheless.

“I felt like I was talking to someone who had known me for a very, very long time…

It was like meeting an old friend.”

Odysseus had a good meeting with Paris.

It was a refreshing feeling to keep looking at him with strange eyes. It made me feel more friendly.

Childhood as a prince and a fairy fiance, a prince and a blacksmith…

plus this to that.

Odysseus flicks a small piece of metal with his finger.

‘This coin is guaranteed by Paris, the ruler of Antandros.’

An iron coin forged in Antandros.

There are many strange stories about the prince.

“Should I meet Prince Paris again?”

either for practical reasons.

Whether for personal enjoyment.

***

It’s a diplomatic mission, but because Priam rejected the offer, Odysseus said, ‘I’d rather Laomedon come back! Listen to that person, but mana!’ It didn’t come out the same way.

Above all, as the smugglers who came with Odysseus had to do business here and there in Troy, Odysseus alone did not decide how long to stay in Troy.

Odysseus was also able to build friendships with the local people, including me, while staying here, so it wasn’t just a loss.

“Paris? Get another drink here.”

“thank you.”

“you’re welcome. Of all the countries I have visited as an envoy, Troy is the most comfortable.”

“Then I am very glad.”

And… I also ate and drank with Odysseus.

Well, I didn’t do anything rude or anything. There was no alcohol, so there was nothing to get drunk.

People around me rather push me to stick with Odysseus.

In particular, Priam must have been worried that his relationship with Ithaca would be strained, but when I spread the news that Odysseus would soon become king, he pushed me to embrace him right away.

“It’s not just words.”

As Odysseus says, he raises his drinking horn and points out over the sea.

“Most of the Achaeans who live in that narrow, mountainous land are busy fighting each other. It is said that Mycenae has some hegemony, but even that is disapproving of everyone.”

“···Is that so?”

“yes. Do you know what happened to me the last time I was in Oechalia? The king of the region threw water on my face and told me to go away…”

“Oops, that’s it.”

“Someday I’ll make sure to f*ck that bastard… oh no.”

Oops.

But that’s because of your grandfather.

While Heracles was participating in an archery competition held by Eurytus, king of Oechalia, Odysseus’ maternal grandfather, Autolychos, stole Eurytus’ horse and framed Heracles for it.

As a result, an angry Hercules killed Iphitus, the prince of Oechalia, and Eurytus banished Hercules.

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Later on, Hercules ended up devastating Oichalia, so if you look closely, Odysseus’ maternal grandfather, who ruined a country, is a bastard. (No, how many countries did Hega destroy?)

If he ended up spraying water on his grandson without tearing his limbs, he would be rather gentle by the standards of this era.

“My proud maternal grandfather always said that. Even if you forget grace, don’t forget your enemies. That insult must be repaid someday!”

…but the person concerned doesn’t seem to think so.

I prayed for the rest of the Oechalians who turned the worst avenger in Greek mythology into an enemy.

“I don’t like Agamemnon, who takes over the fortress Mycenae and trembles. People should always be honest. Anyway, that bastard was also a human who ate Glutcher from his father…”

I wondered if it was right for a human with Sisyphus to be the real father and the grandfather of the greatest thief in Greece to say such a thing, but I eagerly agreed.

Of course, take her to a corner where it’s just the two of us.

My heart is filled with grandeur when I hear Agamemnon, a cannibal cook, Agamemnon, a blasphemer, and Odysseus, a maternal grandfather a swindler.

Only the best Greek bloodlines have been thriftyly collected.

I realized a few things while talking with Odysseus,

First, the less important first.

“Paris-sama, don’t use the Achaeans as household servants. These are seeds that will be eaten by three generations if brought into the house.”

“Ah… yes.”

“Ha ha ha ha ha! I’m so glad you hear me out! Paris is the only one who listened like this!”

When you’re excited, you can’t decide what to say or what not to say.

I can see why you teabagged Polyphemus. This person is a mood-wave type of person who can’t live without dying if he has something in his heart.

It must have been difficult for those who are basically nobles and royals to be patient for a long time after hearing this.

As I cringed at the civil servants and entertained them with the skills I used to win subsidies, my affinity for them built up like crazy fast.

and second.

“Agamemnon… that shady bastard looks like he’s going to take the Spartan throne with his younger brother. How are you feeling dirty?”

“is that so?”

Odysseus doesn’t like Agamemnon very much.

“Mycenae is the center of Achaia, and Sparta is one of the wealthiest countries in Achaia, and if it all falls into his hands, I will have to cringe under it.”

“okay.”

I don’t like it a lot.

…Well, anyway, it was a time when I learned a lot.

After about 10 days like that, the excitement of the city of welcoming a strange guest gradually subsides, and not only smugglers… but also Odysseus’ attendants (who came with a little too much personal stuff) fill their pockets.

and spiral…

“Goodbye, Paris.”

It was a sweet farewell.

Odysseus, reddened by the sunset, cheerfully hugged me, and I patted him on the back and said,

“good bye. May your journey be safe.”

I wanted to make a prophecy, not a prophecy, so that if I found a flock of sheep in a strange cave, I would not think of eating them.

If Odysseus has a future like the one described in Odyssey, it means he destroyed Troy before then.

I just decided not to think of such a future.

For now, I decided to keep only Odysseus, who is shrewd, sleazy, and moderately sociable, in my head.

“I will come back next time!!”

I waved at him.

Soon countless waves hit.

After breaking through the layered waves, Odysseus returned to Ithaca.